Josiane Keller “Montmartre” (2015)

No end of fight in sight, Alice is cross. I have no arguments against her points. I am guilty, I promised not to sell figures anymore, and here we are: right back to the start. She is hanging in my ears, Johnny this and Johnny that, about the lousy business, the pathetic clients, the annoying surrounding and the brainless job of standing around and being nothing but a decorative object for someone, and that only in the best case scenario.

I know, Alice! I know. By now the other girls got wind of the situation, of course, and they are not in any more accepting mood about it all. Drama, BIG TIME! I am escaping to a Cafe to drown my mood in a coffee, or perhaps something stronger is needed. Maybe I can still come up with a solution, but the miserable mood in the house is too much for me right now. A guy needs a peaceful setting to come up with a good plan, but the ladies are obviously unaware of that part of the physiognomy of the male brain.